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never apologize for all this TREASURE π₯Ή
maybe it's the earnest baby cow eyes, but there's something about Dick that feels like raw vulnerability too, something that most guys tend to try and cover up with performative masculinity. joke's on them though, since this is what masculinity should feel like: safety, security, equal footing when it comes to a partnership.
so maybe they're just being playful, but it pleases her to no end that he won't just be able to handle her sweetness, but enjoy it. a theory that's further confirmed when they make it out onto the thoughtfully structured terrace; as busy and disciplined as he seems, he's also capable of giving himself the proper environment to slow down and relax. ]
This is incredible. [ she says softly, so as not to break the peace; they're high up enough that the city noises are somewhat muted, lending an air of tranquility that goes perfectly with the view of the stars. ] Up here, it's almost like another place entirely.
[ is it possible to have a first date that can't ever be topped? Margaery's almost inclined to think so, especially when she gets the chance to cuddle up to Dick under a plush blanket, so incredibly comfortable that it takes her a second to answer his question. against the backdrop of the luminous night sky, and the dim glow of the moon that bathes him in silvery light, he looks almost ethereal. ]
Yeah. [ a shy edge returns to her smile as she tucks her face briefly against his neck, a playful attempt to hide. ] Comfortable, and really happy. I could do this with you for every date going forward and I'd love it this much every time.
[ when she resurfaces, her smile is still there. ] How often do you come out here?
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if she wanted to do this on every date from now on, they would. whatever she wanted, heβd make it happen, even if it meant plucking stars from the sky, heβd try. if it earned her smiling at him like that, telling him how happy she is, it'd be worth it.
he presses a kiss to her temple, laughing softly at her playfulness. for a moment, he shuts his eyes, simply reveling in the soft sweep of her breath against his neck. ]
Hm?
[ how often? ]
Every night, if I can. I find it slows me down. Brings me back to the moment.
[ it keeps him grounded and reminds him to breathe. that he's here. their conversation mirrors it now with the way their words space gently, voices dip low and intimate. he lifts a hand to brush along her cheek and cradle the warm curve of her jaw. ]
Like...you do. [ he murmurs, tilting in close enough that his smile brushes against hers and turns into a soft press of their lips once, then again. ] Thatβs how I can tell that something matters. When it makes everything else quiet.
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some things are better experienced, not just learned, and the very best people tend to be one of them.
her eyes flutter, syrupy slow, as his hand cups her jaw, and when he leans in close, she's tilting her face up to meet him, pleased that they're both smiling. and he gives her what very few others have given her before - a genuine compliment that's more than just reflections of her face or lineage or status. a compliment about her, as she is. ]
I know exactly what you mean.
[ it should feel almost cringe, with how she's just reiterating everything he's saying, but it's the truth and they could both use more of it. ]
I never used to get it when they said the right person should make you feel at peace, not all up in flustered feelings and nervous excitement, but I think I'm starting to get it now.
[ peace, as in safe enough to feel vulnerable and let someone take her home after the first date just so they can cuddle and exist in their own world for a night. her hand finds his arm under the blankets, and her thumb gently caresses over the bare skin of his forearm. ]
We don't need to be anything but ourselves with each other. I think that's what it is.
forever later.. sorry, hectic days :((
[ that's what she's telling him, he thinks, that he's more than what the media decides to paint him as that day, not simply an extension of Bruce and the Wayne industries, but he's him. and he can be that with her.
her thumb draws an invisible doodle on his arm and sends a tiny shiver through his body, and he can easily see how he could get hooked to her. her words, her kiss, her touch, the way the warm press of her body sends so much yearning through him it should be laughable. except it's not, because very few people have touched this part of him, the damning tendency to connect physicality with emotions because everything he does with his body is an expression of his deepest desires: to fight, to protect, to keep safe, to love. a version of him in the past had thought he could separate the two, but he's since learned enough about himself to come to terms with it.
so it doesn't surprise him that he presses into another kiss and lets that all pour out, what he can't say to her because it's too early, because they just met, and he'd be stupid to tell her he's falling for her hard. yet he can't help the way his fingers slide into her hair as his hand finds the nape of her neck, his eyes sliding shut to fit their mouths closer together.
his tongue traces out the seam of her soft lips, slow and intentional. he wants so bad to taste her, to sink into this sweet molasses that's wrapping all around them like the warmth of the blanket. ]
no need to apologize!!! :(( I HOPE YOU'RE HANGING IN THERE OK
this kiss travels deep, almost like a hot drink on a cold day, except it reverberates through her entire body, releasing her from everything else but the feeling of his fingers against her hair, the softness of his lips and the intentional way they move against hers, earning a quiet moan of satisfaction that could almost pass for a sigh. her hand moves too, snaking up to cup his jaw first, before moving up to curl around his neck, just where it meets his shoulder.
she's so, so warm.
distantly, she realizes that she's never been kissed like this before; kissed for the sake of it and nothing else. no expectations for more, no showboating, or manipulation. Dick Grayson kisses her like he'd be happy to do only this for the rest of his life, learning her through the way her mouth parts and her tongue presses against his, confident and still ever so playful even as she rises to the occasion to meet his intention and enjoys herself in the moment.
her eyes stay closed even when the kiss comes to a natural end for air, Margaery chasing his mouth to follow up with one, two, three more chaste kisses before she opens her eyes and smiles, crooked and pleased. ]
The first thing you should know about the real me is that you're welcome to kiss me like that anytime you want.
so i saw a photo of a bb cow and now here i am...
he has to work to remind himself that there's no need to rush here, except he wants nothing more but to linger and chase after those sweet kisses, yearning for more. she's giving him way too much credit if she thinks he wants just this, that he'd be happy with it for the rest of his life.
how could he not want more, when her eyes are so warm, her smile so pleased when he opens his eyes and sees her there? his gaze drops to her mouth, taking in the way it looks like this, kiss-reddened and glossy, their delicate shape curled with so much quirk punctuated by that adorable little dimple.
he breathes a quiet laugh. ]
Yeah? Can I kiss you like... [ he trails off playfully, his voice taking on a husky edge to rise just above the hum of traffic beneath them. he leans in closer, and gently kisses her again before drawing her lower lip between his to nip along the plushness he finds there, tugging it just slightly. ] this?
[ he murmurs the syllable against her mouth before licking apologetically after the sharpness of his teeth. ]